In the quiet between breaths,
where shadows dance silently,
echoes of forgotten selves linger.
Do you hear them? The silent screams
woven into time's fabric,
yearning to break free.
The mind—a labyrinth of mirrors,
each reflecting a different truth.
In here, I find myself again
yet different, each corner turned
uncovering layers, peeling away
what was never spoken aloud.
Remember the things that were never said,
the paths left untaken.
They whisper in the darkness,
an orchestra of shadows,
a symphony of ponderances
laying dormant, like ancient seeds
waiting for the rains to bring them life.
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